It's All Gone Pete Tong (2004) - Quotes

Jack Stoddart: Max first brought Frankie to my attention. I knew he had what it took behind the decks, but it turned out that Frankie really understood the music production side. You know, knew his way around a studio.

Max Haggar: [''Bursting into Frank's bedroom to find him lying there in a total state of apathy and then rants''; [w:Zebrafish|zebra fish.] Where the fuck's the album, Frank?! Where... the fuck... is the album, Frank?! Where the fuck is the album?! It smells like shit in here, Frank! What the fuck's happened to you?! What the fuck happened to you, Frank?! I don't know what this is! I don't know what this is! This is bullshit, Frank! This isn't how you take on things, huh?! Listen, maybe this isn't the worst thing in the world. Take some fucking time off. Go in the sun for fuck's sakes, huh?! Eat a lot of fruit, get some fucking vitamins in you! Vegetables and greens and shit! I can't, you know, there's... I was reading yesterday, there's a fish, it's called a ] Has little hairs on it. And somehow, they can implant that... I don't know. It's too fucking hot. It's always too fucking hot. I can't help you. I don't know how to... I don't know how to help... I don't want to help you. I can't help you.

Max Haggar: Frankie Wilde, good luck. Good luck.

Max Haggar: [''At a café, with Max proposing a toast''] To the handicapped. Sorry.

Max Haggar: No. Hey, tell him it's like a wasp just stung my clit, yeah. I don't give a fuck if he's religious. Tell him anyway. Fuck him. Bye.

Sonya: [''Frankie and Sonya are having sex with her bent over the tennis court net''] I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you!

Danny Whittle: Someone like Frankie, having a problem like that, I thought: "This geezer's gonna go. He's gonna lose it." And he did lose it. I watched him lose it, slowly but surely.

Danny Whittle: I think a lot of people tolerated her because she was Frankie's wife. At the end of the day, I think she was partying with everyone else. I didn't like her. I didn't think she was good for him.

Danny Whittle: Oh, man. I mean, everybody knew that she'd been about. But he seemed to like that. I mean, that was his thing. You know, I mean, even I'd had a go at her.

Danny Whittle: Anyway, a bit of a tosser. Not my sort of person, but absolutely took him to the next level.

Danny Whittle: Frankie was cruising along, doing his thing, getting all the attention that he needed. And then he met Max.

Drag queen: Super, super, super, loco.

Eric Banning: [''Ending shots shows Frankie teaching a class of children interpretive dance and then he is tapping on bongo drums out in the street, Penelope comes by with their kid and Frankie gives his change to a busker next to him, who raises a hand in gratitude''] There was like a flat line. It was... Still, to this day, I'm... That was it, gone. Frankie Wilde, bye-bye. Gone. And everybody was like that: Holding the baby. I've heard a story that he's running a record shop in Oxford. There's a story that he went to Fiji and then died of syphilis. But nobody knows. You know, I don't know where he is. He was another deaf guy with a deaf guy's needs. And he went off to a quiet place. Although, I suppose that wouldn't make much difference.

Eric Banning: Well, Frank's system was ingenious, and with the weight of his sight, he proclaims that he began to see a rhythm in everything a pattern in the visual world around him. You know, could see music. Frankie had worked with this all his life and then he realized he was able to piece together those sets that he used to do. And, hey, presto, you know, four to the floor, returneth.

Eric Banning: Frank just locks himself up in his room, didn't come out of his villa for a long time. He had this theory he was gonna get his hearing back by having complete silence. He wanted to rest his ears completely. He hired people to bring in supplies for him to the villa. The only accounts we have of Frank during this period come from various drug dealers. He was in a very dark place.

Eric Banning: Fair play to the guy. I have no idea what I would have done in that situation. I mean, there he is. You know, he's between a rock, and you know, another rock, which is harder and bigger.

Eric Banning: Legend has it that Frank's problems started undramatically. It was the simplest thing that kicked it off. It was years and years of noise was the basis of the problem. But the very beginnings of it, in his life, started very plainly. Frankie's problem was quite a common problem amongst DJ's an occupational hazard. They work in the clubs. The noise just takes its toll.

Eric Banning: It was massive. Come out of car windows, in the supermarket. Even my grandmother would whistle that tune when I went to see her in the nursing home. Frankie met Sonya when they were on the video shoot to "Rise Again.

Carl Cox: And did I fuck her? Yeah. Yeah, I fucked her.

Carl Cox: Frankie was definitely one of the best. He had his very, sort of, own style his very own momentum with the crowd. No one else did it his way. He's a showman as much as he is a musician. He controlled the crowd musically and physically. He was a born natural behind the turntable. There's no doubt. I was jealous of that. I always had to try a bit harder.

Lol Hammond: I mean he's probably down in South America, still hanging out. Probably trying to snort up one of the countries, or, I don't know, he's just, I like to think he's still out there.

Danny Whittle: Well, denial is a river in Frank, and it runs deep. And his sets were shambolic on times. Clearly, could only be the work of a man who couldn't hear.

Danny Whittle: I think he's very special, because no other DJ can do that. I don't know what he was doing, whether he was honing his talents in another direction. He just disappeared from the scene completely. It was really depressing.

Tiësto: He's on a different level now, how he listens, how he plays records.

Sarah Main: It wasn't pretty, but, you know, for me for someone that has gone through something like that to still get up there and give it a go, is a big thing.

Sarah Main: Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are my god. My inspiration, my everything.

Frankie Wilde: [''The Coke Badger arrives to Frankie in bed [[w:Speaking in tongues|glossolalicaning; ''Coke Badger then ferociously attacks Frankie who then ravenously snorts coke, then they cuddle in bed''] Hi. I'm actually thinking about giving it a bit of a break. Of course I fucking love you. How can you say that? I just think we don't necessarily bring out the best in each other. Not always the best thing for me. It's my problem. It's not your problem. You know what I mean? Why can't we just be mates for a little bit? I could just give you a ring every few weeks, you know? Just make it a little bit more casual. Couldn't we do that?

Frankie Wilde: [''Attempting to perform a set at a club only to have the crowd boo and throw bottles at him, so he then proceeds to throw the mixing equipment off the stage with the crowd cheering and security then wrangles him off''] Off! Off! Off! Off! Let go, fuckers! Fuckers! Fucking fuckers!

Frankie Wilde: [''In his backyard in his bathrobe''; ''Coke badger shovels a load of [[w:cocaine|cocaine] Fucking come on, then! ] into his face and he breathes in deeply]

Frankie Wilde: [''Being swarmed by bikini clad nubiles in a boat stateroom with Max watching with perverse pleasure''] I love you, Max!